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[cat-appreciator]

In the past I’ve done some rambling about halflings/gnomes and pondered what sort of mounts goblins would ride.

Tonight Im returning to halflings/gnomes, because I’m bored and what else am I going to do at 11pm?

The first line in Cat’s Guide to Halflings and/or Gnomes is that halflings and gnomes are the same species. They’re obviously the same species. They occupy the exact same niche, there’s no reason for them to be different species in any setting which features both! They’re different cultures of the same species. Halflings are rural and on relaxants, gnomes are urban and on uppers.

I think I prefer “gnomes” more generally; “halflings” in fantasy media are literally hobbits with the serial numbers filed off. If hobbits/halflings/gnomes are synonymous, I’d rather use the generic term without the baggage.

(Note to self: widespread use of entheogens in gnomish religion? One could take this a step further and have gnomes actually reliant on certain secret herbs and spices to make their brains work right, but I’m not sure how much I like that idea. It fits more into the “cool alien worldbuilding” box than the “riffing on fantasy worldbuilding” box.)

The traditional gnomish pointy hat may indicate that gnomish society puts more value on that outward symbol of cultural identity than their rural cousins do? Or possibly it’s just useful when living in a city full of bigjobs, like those flags you sometimes see on wheelchairs. My, you’re a tall one! Now get outta the way, a gnome is coming through.

I decided (in my previous post on gnomes) that gnomes are basically neotenous elves subject to island dwarfism, which slots better into your basic fantasy world than my previous idea, which was that gnomes are literal space aliens stuck in fantasyland, trying to uplift society into something which can repair their orbiting generation ship so they can leave again. It’s a neat idea, but it foundered on the Scylla of “how alien can I make gnomes before they don’t look cute” and the Charybdis of “sci-fi and magic together requires a double helping of the suspension of disbelief sauce”. I still like “stranded spacer society has a long-term plan to make it back to orbit” as a concept, but I think it’s best set aside for another time.

One thing I do think gnomes need is some sort of fantasy mount. Both because I like little guys riding on critters and because riding a critter literally elevates gnomes a bit amongst the bigjobs. Plus it’s a fun worldbuilding element to have their culture put a high value on animal handling.

When I pondered goblins I did a poll, and a brilliant reader suggested the perfect solution that goblins ride giant rats. Which is an excellent solution! So I thought I’d put out another poll, see what you all thought.

I’m unlikely to go with the Sabertooth Deathpanther idea, the idea of a cute little gnome riding about on a terrifying murder machine just amuses me. Back when I played World of Warcraft I wanted a giant crab mount for my gnome but similarly the only thing crabs have got going for them is surrealist whimsy.

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[runixa]

This is hilarious.

It's from feet of clay. (By terry Pratchett (

It's the end of a sign written by wee mad Arthur

Who in later books (I think it's "I shall wear midnight", but I haven't actually researched it) is found to be a nac mac feegle.

Bigjobs. Big jobs.

Hehehe

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[decanterofendlessbutter]

Nah, that was a Nac Mac Feegle. He ran up the bigjob's pantleg for attempting to exterminate him with fire while taking a nap.

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Wee guy got fucking vaporised. Who cares

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[cremfeegle]

THE BIGJOBS SAYS "ASKS ARE OPEN" WHATE'ER THAT MEANS.

[keevansixx]

it's a lazy day. The kind of day where every dog has that sweet spot in the shade where they can rest and keep an eye on everything at the same time. the slight whiff of musky squirrel drifting in the air...

"that's right ya damned dirty squirrel, keep on walking. One of these days when your back is turned trying to bury that nut "POW!" i'll broadside ya like a sleazy alley cat hopped up on catnip and fresh cream. I'm warning ya, ya little rhodent...one of these days!"

I retreat back to my sweet spot and resume my vigil, it's a good job. lots of kibble, the occasional table treats, fresh water, plentiful ear scritches and belly rubs, what more can an honest working dog ask for. I've been with the bigjobs for what seems like an age now. Trained to be a good boy in everything i do for the family. they eventually bring in the mini-bigjob, the boss's kid for me to protect. it's been a good life. the kiddo brings me lots of treats (some unintentional) and i keep the kid safe from anything that invades the sanctity of the home and yard.

I hear bigjob jr. calling from the back porch. i glance up from my spot to see the kid excitedly charging across the yard in my direction. I'm always happy to see the tyke looking happy, and my tail gives a halfwag in greeting.

No chewy orb in the kids hand today. Damn. those are sacred. the fuzzy orb of divine pleasure all dogs love unconditionally and covet above all else. the kid is chatting happily and giving me good scritches in all the right places. Suddenly He takes off for the other side of the yard, the smell of an hour old baloney and cheese sandwich drifting off his hands as he runs away. I drool a little, the smell is good.

Jr. is standing by the garden shed calling my name. I glance over all calm and collected like a good dog is supposed to do. The kid reaches somewhere behind the shed. My ears perk up in case there is trouble. the kind of trouble that requires a little fang and paw action from time to time to discourage bad things from harming the family. my pulse quickens a little bit tensing for an outburst of alarm from the kid, senses ready for action. the kid straightens up a bit and hides his hand behind his back all quick like. He's hiding something from me. I stand up from my spot and watch the kid in case something goes southpaw wrong.

Jr. is smiling in that weird bigjob way they all do and asking me something of a question over and over. my head cocks quizzically at the sounds and i trot over to see what he's going on about, but he's excited about it, and i start to get excited about it too.

with a sudden motion, he whips out a long chewy and starts wagging it in the air above my head. I can smell faint traces of squirrel, mixed in with good earth, and the smell of baloney sandwich mingling in the air and suddenly i want that chewy! I want that chewy like wanting to chase the noisy rolling beasts that pass by the yard daily. I wanted that chewy more than the fuzzy orbs the bigjobs bring me when i'm a really good boy. I wanted that chewy more than chasing tail and digging holes in the flowerbed. I HAD TO HAVE THAT CHEWY!

I lose all decorum and poise and start hopping around like a milk drunk puppy again, vocalizing my need of the chewy to the delighted smiles and laughter of the chairman of the board, mr mini-bigjob jr.

He rears back and gives the much desired chewy a mighty heave across the skies. My eyes track the chewy as my legs begin pumping, (I'm a lean mean chasing machine, nothing can escape my speed!) as i give chase to the flying chewy. Before it hits the ground, i give a mighty leap and deftly catch it in my jaws like a seasoned pro out for a victory lap after a home run. The best catch of my career thus far, if i do say so myself. YES! the chewie is mine! muahahahaha! I proudly take a victory jog in celebration.

Jr. calls me over to celebrate my accomplishment. good scritches and pats. he asks me for the stick back. I'm hesitant, but he's the boss and the boss is always right, so i release the chewy to his care.

Describe a dog going to fetch a stick, but in the style of a noir crime thriller.

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[brunhielda]

“‘Ye’ve got that little bitty bit inside o’ you that holds on, right? The bitty bit that watches the rest o’ ye. ‘Tis the First Sight and Second Thoughts ye have, and ’tis a wee gift an’ a big curse to ye. You see and hear what others canna’, the world opens up its secrets to ye, but ye ‘re always like the person at the party with the wee drink in the corner who cannae join in. There’s a little bitty bit inside ye that willnae melt and flow. ‘Ye have the First Sight and the Second Thoughts, just like yer granny. That’s rare in a bigjob.”

Kelda to Tiffany, Wee Free Men

I had never felt so seen in my entire life. The idea that this made me IMPORTANT instead of just impossible to understand, brought me to tears.

The way Pratchett understood people is what brings me back to his works again and again.

It makes me wonder about the books that didn’t hit me quite so hard.

Am I going to run into a Rincewind someday?

Or a Juliet?

Or even (in some wild adventure) the Librarian?

I hope when I meet Death someday he is as kind as Terry’s version. Or at least have felt as seen as I was by the character meant for them.

Guards! Guards! was not the first Discworld book I read but it is the one that punched my angsty, edgy thirteen-year-old self in the face. I have never had a book hit me like that since. Nothing has ever picked me up by the scruff of the neck and shown me my own face in the mirror that way.

I was angsting around, all "the world is terrible" and "people are evil" and "humans are a blight upon the earth" and "everyone is stupid" and Vimes showed up and said, "Yeah, and?"

So what? So they're stupid and petty - save them anyway. So they're selfish - save them anyway. So it's all fucked and there's never going to be a happy ending - save them anyway. Do it anyway. You don't get to opt out of caring just because they're grubby and ignorant and reactionary and petty because so are you and that's all we've got.

No other book has ever changed my worldview in one blow before or since. I reckon that's something that can only happen to you when you're a teenager anyway. But I've never quite gotten over it.

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